Angel

by | Mar 20, 2011 | 0 comments

Angel lives in Honduras.  He was born on the day we met: May 31, 1999.  That’s how we chose him when we scrolled through the children’s faces the first year we got married.

He was only five when we chose him.  Now he’s twelve.  When money got tight for us we would joke and say, “Maybe it’s time to cut off Angel- he’s getting big.”

Tonight I catch up on the big wire basket of paperwork that I throw stuff in until I can deal with it.  There’s an Easter card to sign and send to Angel.

It’s from Daniel and Julia.

I sign it from both of us.  There’s no reason for Angel to know.

JAC

March 20, 2011

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